The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home.

You lie. Worse, you lie poorly.

In the end words are just wind.

You'll find truth in your looking glass, not on the tongues of men.

And the mystery knight should defeat all challengers and name the wolf maid the queen of love and beauty.

A dead enemy is a joy forever

Wine makes all things possible.